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" Taking the head of his cock back into my mouth, I pulled his hands around and placed them on the back of my head. He began to sway his hips in a humping motion, sliding his cock between my lips, fucking my mouth as I moaned encouragement. I moved my hands around and squeezed his ass, spreading his cheeks and teasing his asshole with my fingertips. I was so turned on that I knew I would cum as soon as his dick was inside of me, I just wanted him ready as well. As I sucked him, he began to moan. The Snake Lady appeared to be awaiting the effects of the stuff in the balloon as my wife began to breathe a bit heavier and her body seemed to churn with some strange desire. The Snake Lady now grabbed her legs and raised them up, putting her feet onto the edge of the bed, and scooted my wife’s little ass nearly off the side. My wife now only slightly was aware that she was even being moved at all.Now poised to take the huge monstrous cock in her small pussy, the Snake Lady grasped it in one. Then faiza fucked me, main seedha lata raha, jabb faiza choot gaii tu afshi maray upper aa kar lund under lanay lagi aur usko darrd bhi ho rahi thi, lakin faiza nay uski maddad ki, main nay eyes close kar lien aur afshi nay pura lund under lay lia, aur upar neechay honnay lagi, aur jabb who chooti tu roonay lagi, she was weeping, faiza said, yah jabb bhi chooti hay roti zarror hay. Phir afshi maray saath late gai, main nay faiza ka monh doosri tarf kia aur lund uski choot main dall dia, thori. I ran my hand down her body and slipped it into her pants, hearing her gasp into our kiss. I slowly rubbed her clit quicker and quicker until she couldnt take it any longer. “Just fuck me already," she said with almost anger. All i could do was grin. kissing my way down her neck and lightly biting her nipples, I made my way down her body. Finally, reaching her waist band, I pulled off her pants and thong in a swift movement. I move my face closer and caught the scent of her wet sex and i.
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